Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1887-11-12
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FROM ALL QUARTERS.
TIE CURTAIN FALLS
On The Great Tragedy At
Chicago,
The FOUR ANARCHISTS Die.
Bold And Defiant To The
Last.
THE SCENE ON The GALLOWS
Cheering For Anarchy
With Dying Breath.
THE scene ON THE GALLOWS

On the GaIIOyvs-TheY Refuse to
| Hear Amy word of Religious Conn
! fort and Chant Revolutionary Songs.
CHICAGO, Nov. 11-No other four men
probably ever showed more thorough con-
tempt for death than did the Anarchists who
were executed to-day. From early dawn
till their last moment they would not see a
shadow either of ignominy or the hereafter.
Beginning with fiat refusal in the very teeth
of death to accept word of comfort from a
reverend minister of religion, one of their
| number, Fischer, sang the famous MarseiI-
laise. Then with seemingly not thought of
the dread massacre at the Haymarket the
four paepared for their march to the gal
lows almost as if it were a pleasant holiday
excursion.
At 11:28 am. big Sheriff Matson, accom-
panied by grim old Jailer Folz, the manly
| looking Rev. DIR. Bolton and score of stall
wart deputies, slipped up close to the door
of August Spies cell preparatory to reading
the death warrant to the four condemned
men. Twenty minutes were occupied in this
| trying formality, rendered doubly an ordeal
| by the horrible silence pervading and by the
sickening orders coming from the room
where lay the bloody corpse of their com
rade Louis Lingg, the suicide. Di-
rectly above in their cell doors appeared
| the dark boards and dark eyes of
the two committed anarchists, Sam Fielden
and Sohwab. The huge iron door swung on
its hinges and Spies stepped forward firmly
l in front of his guard to listen to the reading
of the document by the sheriff. Spies lis
| tened carefully to all that was said, but his
| face did not change for an instant during the
| reading, though it occupied at least four
minutes. When Sheriff Matson finished
| Spies looked at him a moment, but without
malevolence, and then said sententiously:
'tSheriff, you are now about to commit a
judicial murder" He said nothing more,
but stepped quickly from his cell threshold
| to be pinioned. He was dressed in a pair of
dark wooden trousers, and a shirt of light
| grey flannel fastened at the throat with a
tiny red cord. His feet was incased in
pair of embroidered slippers. Fresh beard
was growing on his chin and his light curly
hair was brushed back carelessly;
he handed it to deputy, requesting him to
deliver it to his mother. A strong leather
belt was then passed around his body, secure
ly fastening his arms straight down to where
pair of bright nickel-pIated manacles be-
hind him fastened his wrists. a moment
later his body was completely enveloped in a
white shroud, loosely gathered about the
neck. Adolph Fischer was even more indif-
ferent to the reading of the warrant than
Spies. Like Spies he told the sheriff that it
was q judicial murder. Fischer had his
SLOUGH hat on, but removed it as he stepped
out of his cell. He was neatly dressed in q
blue flannel shirt and new dark breeches and
had been shaved but few hours before. He
nodded to Spies in a pleasant manner and
asked him in German how he felt Spies smiled
good naturally and replied that he felt first
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with stolid Indifference and did not utter a
single word of comment. A few minutes
later while standing behind Spies and Fischer
he said, ''Well?" as if to inquire their feel
ings. Spies and Fischer replied by smiling
cheerily and nodding. Before their hands
were pinioned all of the men shook hands
with Jailer Folz and the deputies surround
ing them. Parsons warrant was read last
He seemed to have nerved himself up to a
great tension and had nothing to say in re-
ply. Like Engel he was clad in full suit of
black dress clothes, even to Prince Albert
coat. He stepped lightly from his cell when
the reading was finished, but drew back in
voluntarily al the sight of the three ghostly
looking figures bound and shrouded before
him. Again he stepped out with look of
defiance. "Bind me tight" he said,
'sand be sure and make no mistake"
But the deputy complied too we'll. Parsons
had him reach under the shroud and ease
one of the straps. s'Thats better" he re-
marked, with smile. CHOW l am ready"
Forming in double file each of the four, side
by side with deputy, were now headed east
and started for the gallows. A stop at the
iron door of the cage gave the four a chance
to turn their head in the direction of the sec
ond tier of the gallery and bid good bye to
Schwab and Fielden. "Bruder Schwab,"
shouted Fischer, "wir wuenschen ahnen Elm
glueckliehes leben, und dass 81 bald heraus-
kommen." Brother Schwab-We wish you
han md hal Won ha frao \
Then he added, Good bye, Sam. ""Good bye,
SAM" echoed Spies and Engel Parsons
said nothing. Schwab stood at the door of
his cell, his hands folded, his brow overhung
by matted hair pressed against the iron bars.
Tears streamed down his cheeks and ran in
to his black and unkempt beard. He was SO
overcome by emotion that he could not
speak. Rev. Dr. Bolton offered the prisoners
spiritual consolation for the last time, but
sarcastic smile lit up their faces as they re-
sumed their tread along the corridor and
turned slowly into the dark east angle,
disappearing like ghosts up the steps of the
gallows.
It lacked just seven minutes and half of
noon when a single white-shrouded figure
above which was face of yellowish pallor-
the face of August Spies-passed the first
post of the gallows. The gaping crowd ten
feet below half rose from their chairs at the
first glimpse of the apparition. Spies looked
calm and glanced at the reporters with q trace
of his old-time cynical smile. He walked
firmly over the drop, guided by the grasp of
a deputy, to the furthest edge of the gallows.
Following close came Fiscner-close enough
to touch Spies shroud had his hand
not been pinioned under the white muslin.
Fischer's countenance had peculiar glisten
totally unlike the ashiness of Engel's heavy
features, and in strange contrast with the
| dead lack of color in the punched lineaments
of Parsons. That once jaunty, Yivacious
Taxan caYne 1aat-a IviEhara6 old man
four men, now CHASTITY pale. are placed upon
the trap. Spies hair seems to literally stand
| upon end. Engel's shoulders seemed nearly
| to touch the top of his head. Parsons set his
| teeth firmly together and looked down calmly
upon the crowd beneath. His face is the face
| of man of iron. A murmur of admiration
| for his unhinching nerve goes
| through the spectators. Jailer Folz steps
toward Spies, quick movement, SO quick
| that it can hardly be noticed, and the rope is
| around his neck and being drawn taut. There
was not movement of a muscle. Folz
moved a step and in moment the throat of
Fischer was encircled by the moose. He
| moved his head up and down as if it hurt
him. Engel did not move as the operation
was being performed. Parsons riveted his
gaze on the ground and his features were
| contracted. All four were evidently deter
mined to die game. A deputy approached
4 Spies with the cap in his hand. The con-
demned man said something in an under
| tone. He was evidently demonstrating. The
deputy waivers for a moment
Spies speaks more earnestly, the deputy
looked at the sheriff, the latter closes his
eyes. It is enough. The cap is quickly
drawn over the face of the Anarchist leader
It has been seen for the last time in life The
head of Engel was next covered. Then Fisch-
| er and Parsons last. Fischer's head moved
up and down in the direction of the sheriff,
who, with his hands upon the iron railing of
the gallery, was ready to give the signal It was
as though the Anarchist, well as he could
in his muslin covered head, was reckoning
the sheriff to approach him. That official,
however, did not respond. There was a
moment of deathlike stiffness.
| Then clear and distinct comes the voice of
Spies. The muslin seemed to move in har-
mony with his lips Our silence is more
powerful than speech" That was all, but
there was a ring to it that echoed far away
down the corridor. Silence again for sec
ond then in a full round voice shout;
stHurrah for anarchy" came from Engel.
| Another pause, broken this time by the voice